Lonely Attack on the Different World

Some time, some far west country labyrinth.

Everyone admires heroes for about once. I think I want power if I lose something important. And - - one day I will be frustrated by reality, my heart will be crushed and my courage will be crushed.

If it's on the border, it'll be quick. It's so overflowing that I don't like the brutal reality in front of me, everyone over there thinks of that marvel as a routine.

Because the border was hell.

Far west my birth village was peaceful, it was already a boring and peaceful country to die in.

One day, a small labyrinth was born there.

Ever in a peaceful village, fighting skills were useless, still defeating the flowing demons, and challenging the labyrinth that was discovered by chance... and we broke through the labyrinth.

And we became heroes. I thought it was done... knocking down only twelve tiers of the labyrinth made me think we could fight the labyrinth.

And I went for the periphery, where I knew weakness. Now you're old, miserably out of your hometown, and all you have to do is expose yourself to ugliness. It is the end of the dull "Namaku" and others who could not fight on the border.

"Get out of here, I'll do it from here. Rescue me, and then stay back because I'm in the way."

"" "Guild Leader!!" "Thank God...?" "Oh, I'm fine now. That guy was fighting on the border, it's real." "Excuse me... please"

It's a fake...... I'm already busy and heavy with the Great Sword, and my body is dull like this golem. Jump up the fist of a rock giant with only hard and stupid power, step in and retreat... no power to push in, no skill to slash with one knife.

Yet the glance of praise poured out, which is vain. 'Cause this isn't what the border looks like - when we were young, I thought we could help the border, I thought. So I went for the border, but the reality wasn't sweet, I knew every time I became an adventurer and headed east, we weren't strong... there were only peaceful, weak demons here. Such a labyrinth king of LV30 is such a cluttered fish.

"Look, a weak labyrinth king and a pungent grandfather killed each other at the bottom of a shallow, pungent labyrinth without any exuberance... I guess the real labyrinth kings and brave men are fighting a great battle on the border, this one's a damp story!

I was weak, to name a few, and now I'm old. I've always been frustrated but still fought and got stronger, I didn't give up when I was sure I could be strong. So while fighting the stronger demons, they got a little stronger and challenged the border.

My self-esteem was crushed by wood dust at the border "There", I was weak in the end.

The border was hell. All the seniors, fellows and familiars who took care of me died, fighting and dying knowing that no one could win to protect the border.

There was no miserable, humble excuse to pity myself, and everyone fought and scattered knowing he was weak.

I'm the only one who survived weakness. So... you're dead.

The king of the labyrinth? Weak, cluttered fish on the border. But I'm weaker, I know... but as much as I don't care about it all, I realized in the border "over there" that I can't do the wall, the wall "I can't do it", the wall (I can't do it), the wall (impossible), I don't care about everything, I just need to break it!

"Whoa, you're strong, you're much stronger than me. You're weaker than me or dust chips."

A crooked grandfather laughs at a rocky giant - whether it hurts or scares you - and it doesn't matter if you're strong or weak anymore.

"So die, because you can't beat me... so die."

Leaps and slashes with a heavy, busy body. Weak - pathetically weak king of the labyrinth and weaker miserable self. But I fought while I was broken, and laughed at the fact that it was obvious whether it was a wall (impossible) or a wall (impossible), and I saw the wall (impossible) keep breaking. I have wisdom eyes... I can see my weakness, my demonic strength, my walls (impossible)... all the smiling faces of a black haired child who breaks them while breaking them.

"So die fast already"

I'm gonna laugh at you - it's a joke to kill each other like this, because I'm not even going to be in the front seat of the battle that I still do every day on the border. Too blunt to grind and cut off to take on an old sword that has grown much smaller... me, my sword, blunt but blunt on the edge, it won't break and it won't bend!

"Okay, so you're the king of the labyrinth, and I'm weak. Yeah, so go die."

All I could do was laugh - my body was brittle than mine, I felt more scared than mine, and the kid made me laugh more than me. He would have been wise eyed, too, cut it out, figured it all out, and still laughed without despair and killed everything.

You must have seen it. With the truth that if you plunder, you will die, but withstand the fact that just the recoil you avoided is too weak to break. It was painful, pitifully brittle, and all I could see was pain and death, knowing it was the curse of Hye-Eye "like this"... and I guess I didn't even wave my sides except to kill him.

That's right, I can watch it, my death and the death of the demon "you"... so die. I don't know if it hurts anymore or if it's scary or if it's the walls, because that's a good thing. Oh, I'm weak, and you die.

I can't fight, I don't have that power or strength... I know, because I'm weak. My body is broken with loads just to scratch... that's why I have to kill it. Oh, just die, I'm weak. Build momentum with speed because you don't have the strength, chop and chop while swinging by the sword you waved, keep crushing until you crush and scatter...... oh hard!!

"Oh, oh, I'm tired. Ouch. Yeah! How hard and stupid are you, this guy!

By the time I finally killed him, my body was miserably stubborn, and even though I hadn't plundered it, it was bloody beyond internal bleeding. Pathetically weak, weak but old and not laughing anymore...... tired.

"Which is stupid!" "Why are you so impotent... think about your age!" "Why is the guild leader fought alone?" "" Sorry, guild leader. Because of us... ""

I have trouble crying. I was supposed to be dead in the labyrinth on the border without anyone knowing it, like the seniors I took care of and the people I fought with... it just passed away and just came out and defeated the king of such a shitty labyrinth and we were going to die together... I'll cry.

"You can't help it, if this is a peaceful place, even the guild leader will have to go out."

Old man's cold water maybe... but I couldn't fight to the end at the border. I wasn't that strong, and I was too old. If I'd raised my LV since I was younger, I'd still be stuck on my feet at some point. So I'm surviving old age and exposing myself to ugliness in my hometown, and this is the only time I have any more use for my life.

"You guys go to the border someday too. It's hell over there, but it's a good place, so go, look, fight, come home without dying. Then I'll know... I won't say this is impotent in Border Over There because there's a real thing there."

Oh, that brunette boy would laugh flatly. I guess he laughs from the bottom of his heart as he breaks and smashes into pieces as he defeats the most powerful labyrinth king in such a low LV.

"" "I don't like it, if the Labyrinth King" This "went to a normal place, he would be dead in an instant!!" "I knew it was a strange feeling to go back to the border... right?" "Shh, if there wasn't a guild leader, seriously, it'd be over, this country!" "" "Are you serious about going back to the border (bucket thing)... scared!?" "

I was frustrated and broken. But the real thing won't break, it won't bend if it crushes... and if that kid gets pressed and bent, he'll be forced to go around and kill it, even if he does.

I was just looking, if I can't, if I can't win, if I can't be strong... but don't look at that, I will. I "see" what I decide in my heart in reality... it's already forcefully mine, those black eyes are forced to decide their future on their own.

"Treat me anyway..." "No, I have mushrooms. Thanks."

Laugh and chew mushrooms. Looks healed, it's already like a miracle. And the pain goes away... but it doesn't heal. Pain and fear accumulate in the spirit, the scars of its heart continue to accumulate deeply and deeply. So I just have to laugh. Oh, that hurts. Yeah, you win.

"Huh. I'm tired, it's a pain in the ass... why the hell are you doing this?"

The sword is much heavier than it used to be...... is it busy? I didn't die on the border "over there," sometimes I think I wanted to die burying bones on the border and fighting in the labyrinth. But when we did that, we received weapons, gear and medication. I'm sorry, but the dark-haired boy told me not to... so I came back to my hometown before I died. And I'm worshipped by a guild leader, but I'm a defector who couldn't fight through the border.

"You're jerking off again, aren't you?" "Yeah, you're not convinced by the retirement system that started on the border yet," "Oh, that system where you retire when you're super old and you turn to backward development outside the border?" "How old the hell were you to be motivated?" "But you can wield that giant sword... but you can't!?" "That sword seems to be too sharpened and weighs only half as much anymore." "" How much have you slashed!? "" 'Cause the oldest man in this country, his great-great-great-grandfather, has changed his ostrich... he's retiring before he can normally retire, right? "" "Not at all, you're over 300 years old, but you're not worth it." "

Defeaters don't mean the ones who fought and lost, all those who fought and died are equally heroes. Defeaters are the ones who didn't fight knowing they would lose if they fought like me, the ones who couldn't let them fight.

"Ugh. 'Cause I'm not quite old enough for all the borderline" them, "I just got so busy. Besides, even if you're not old enough, they're all grey and still got hair blocked and cancer, can you stay there!!"

Besides, I know the retirement system looks like it, because that's the age of the real flesh. But the retirement policy says, "Forever seventeen years old is not forever"! Oh, my back hurts. Uh, seriously, I'm tired.

[The old soldier doesn't die, only his hair disappears... let it go!